Tuesday, February 24, 2009

B=R=E=A=T=H+E

I hate the word "breath."I mean, it fucking sucks.It may be the worst word inthe world. If I can see anythingI can't see anything. I hate theword "line." What kind of wordsdo you hate?I'll have a headache tomorrowfrom all these breathy lines.If I wanted to talk aboutwords, well, I wouldn'ttalk about them...I wouldn'ttalk about it. I would talkabout all the food that sings to me!I would talk about hating.I spend most of my timehating, or just angry.

Are you ever happy? No.Nothing is worse than breathing.I think about helicopters todayand how they fuck you up.If I have to ride the busone more fucking time I'mgonna freak the fuck out.You are just funny, and you neversay anything important, but youfeel important. Where did allthese fucking trees come from?

Movies are made to be fucked.Yes, I know what you're thinking,doggy-style or enchilada-style.My answer: Both. That's right.Tempeh, harder! Cat toes, cattoes, cat toes, cat toes! My cat hadno toe, and he would tell me onhis way out the door "I think youhave a mental illness, but I amyour angel, so don't stress."1883 was a long fucking time ago, dude.Shit has changed.Your world is a kind ofuninteresting darkness, butI wish for you to be here right now!

Do you look shit up, ordo you just think of it?Neither, our lord god plantsthings in my cokes and I drinkit and there you go, you have anidea. Let's lie down for awhile.Music makes you feel things, andpoop. A feeling, still!

I was stressing. BIG TIME.But I'm like a sandcastle, sodon't fuck it up by peeing on meor some shit like that. YOU'RE SOFUNNY! I don't need anythingcuz I'm just spinning tunes andit's easy now. Things should befunny and sad all the time, everything.Peace, fucker.